After Mu Yunfeng opened the umbrella, he held the handle of the umbrella and turned the red umbrella, and the umbrella after turning it was in a strange situation, very beautiful, very beautiful, many petals suddenly appeared in the umbrella, the pink petals fell one by one, and after the petals fell on the ground, they dissipated, the petals were not fake, it was fragrant and refreshing, this is the petals of the peach blossom, the petals can't see what they come from, and they can't find what the mechanism inside is

"It's amazing." Mu Yunfeng couldn't help but sigh, he didn't expect that this umbrella was compared to the umbrella he had seen before, the two couldn't be compared at all, one in the sky and one in the ground, the pattern inside the umbrella appeared with the rotation of the umbrella, and the person on the painting moved, and it actually moved.

The painted scene emerges, not as I just saw, the people on it moved, as if to tell the person who saw the painting what had happened, the picture is very beautiful, there are mountains and rivers, rivers and forests, and two people, the man who emerges in the painting is not the father of the original owner, but the woman in the painting is the mother of the original owner.

Feng Qing is holding a long sword in his hand, holding a zither in his arms, standing next to him is a blue-eyed man, both of them are very young, the woman's crimson cardigan skirt, the pattern on the skirt is a phoenix, painting a lifelike phoenix, the phoenix soars above the sky, surrounded by flowers on the other side, the flowers on the other side are very gorgeous, and the Lechuan River, the bridge of death, Sauvignon Blanc.

The blue-eyed young man Su Gongyan, he was dressed in black, with a trace of ambiguous feelings on his face, Feng Qing was everywhere he looked, he was holding a red oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and it was drizzling around, he put the oil-paper umbrella close to Fengqing, and deliberately tilted the range that the umbrella could cover towards Fengqing.

Mu Fengqing knows the blue-eyed boy, and the two of them seem to have grown up together, he dances the sword, she plays the piano, his sword is like frost, she is tender like water, and she is indescribably matched.

The slender fingers played freely on the thirteen strings, telling the emotions in their hearts in detail, and the sound of the spring water of the stream tinkling, and there was sadness, like the valley of the orchid.

The shape of the guzheng is rectangular, one string and one tone, there are thirteen strings in the Tang and Song dynasties, the earliest twenty-five strings of the zither are more, and then gradually increased to sixteen strings, eighteen strings, twenty-one strings, etc., the most commonly used at present is twenty-one strings.

The rest of the scene flashes quickly, until the last scene, when the red umbrella spins alone, and a woman appears, who has the same eyes as the blue-eyed boy, but her blue eyes are not as deep as the boy's.

"See the master."

The dream shattered, the surrounding scene began to disintegrate, and the umbrella began to move and slowed down a lot.

The last scene fell on the words said by the woman with the red umbrella, Mu Yunfeng frowned and thought about the cause and effect, she was a little dazed now, whether this umbrella was the umbrella in the picture, "Who is Hongyan"

Mu Yunfeng closed the umbrella again, put the umbrella on the table and closed her eyes and pondered, she had to alienate herself from the scene she had just seen, there were only three people inside and outside the picture, one was her mother, one was blue-eyed Su Gongyan, and the other was the umbrella that claimed to be Hongyan.

That red face is very aura, and there is an umbrella-like birthmark on her wrist, which is exactly the same as the umbrella that appears in the picture, that is, her previous appearance, that is, she is an umbrella spirit, or an instrument spirit.